Samhain Ball Redux - Second Star to the Right

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Something flits through the skies of the Nexus, bobbing and swooping only to climb again, an ecstatic aerial dance. At last, mirth of the moment giving way to some other whim, the flying figure drifts groundward, turning and drifting like a falling leaf until his feet, clad in pointed-toed green suede moccasins alight. Forest green tights hug lean legs all the way up to a bright green tunic, belted with rich brown leather and a bright brass buckle. On his left hip hang a set of pan pipes; on his right, a black-handled knife. An impish grin curls his lips, his eyes sparkle with the promise of mischief, and a pert green cap sits atop his head, crowned by a lone red feather. Could this be the black-suited GQ cover model who makes himself ubiquitous in the better-traveled spaces of the Nexus? Could it be Schön?

It is. "People of the Nexus, friends, in the world from which I hail we stand on the cusp of a special day, a harvest-fest when the walls between worlds grow thin, when masks and costumes are worn to frighten away wicked spirits--or to invite them in on more congenial terms. Today we bid Summer adieu, and raise fire and song to meet the long night! Join me, for an evening to last a lifetime, and a farewell to a season well-loved." His hand rises, pointing to where two bright beacons blaze in the churn of the Nexus' heavens. "Second star to the right, and we'll keep on 'til morning!" Crowing with laughter, he soars for that distant point like an arrow, leaving a trail of sparkling, glittering motes of light for anyone interested to follow.

Perched on the border between the parklands and the residential district, the night sky is like a pillow of iridescent black velvet, on which have been scattered an embarrassment of diamonds. Like an enormous pumpkin, a harvest moon presides over the shimmering vista, orange and plump. The air is cool and crisp, punctuated by the crackling hiss of dry leaves in motion every time a breeze picks up.

At the center of it all sits a stately house of Gothic style, ivy-clad and waiting. A square tower stands vigil over the entryway, tall windows overlooking the flagstone drive looping around a fountain full of water as blue and bright as a tropical sea. In the fountain stands an island, and if one peers closely enough, one might imagine they see figures moving about--on the deck of the tiny ship anchored in a cove, or swimming and splashing in a lagoon, or even creeping through the wooded interior. Of the house, the windows of the wings seem dark, perhaps waiting, but the line of the roof is limned with some glow from beyond, and the faint throb of distant music promises that the evening holds more than surfaces. The door stands open, a silent invitation to every brave soul who passes by.

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[kitty_of_light]

C'taqa isn't the best at responsible magic use either, but luckily, it's not usually a bad thing when his heals go a little rogue.

He brushes the fingers of his free hand along a few sparkles on his chest, looking fascinated. "It's...warm, somehow."

[brave_heart_verity]

It's hard to overheal someone. Flying, on the other hand, could go extremely wrong. She's lucky it's working out so well.

Ver watches with a smile, but she's starting to wonder if it's not working. He should be at least hovering by now. "Maybe it recognizes that you're magic, too?"

[kitty_of_light]

"That could be...these sorts of things do tend to whoa!"

And there go his feet lifting rather abruptly off the ground, his ears twitching in surprise. He soon relaxes though; he's used to flying on dragonback and the like, so the airborne feeling isn't too odd.

[brave_heart_verity]

Oh, on dragonback. Aren't we Mr. Fancy Cat?

Verity's wonderfully amused by his surprise. "Do tend to start suddenly?" Surely, that's what he was going to say.

[kitty_of_light]

He is the fanciest.

"--Yeah. Something like that." He laughs a little, glancing about. "I have to admit, this is the first time I've been off the ground without being on board something or just channeling enough aether to float."

[brave_heart_verity]

Clearly. All these other mere mortals with their feet and their not having dragons will just have to be jealous.

He doesn't seem very impressed. But, well, apparently this isn't impressive for him. What a world he must be from. "Sometimes it's nice to relax and enjoy the ride, instead of having to worry about controlling something."

[kitty_of_light]

To be fair, he had to defeat the dragons to get their permission to ride on their backs, and that is not easy.

"That's true. I think that's something I should remember more often." He looks sheepish, taking another look around and smiling softly, "This is...really amazing. Somehow. I mean, I'm used to flying, but this...wow."

[brave_heart_verity]

Fair enough, that doesn't sound like the easiest thing in the multiverse.

Verity floats along beside him, her smile growing when he starts enjoying himself. "Hey, if you didn't learn something from it, it wouldn't be proper fairy magic, would it?"

(Stop giving her that look, Schön.)

[kitty_of_light]

"No, I guess it wouldn't," he agrees with a chuckle, and does a little sort of midair hop, as if making sure he's really not going to suddenly fall. "...So this is what people feel like when they say they're walking on air, huh? Makes me feel like the first time I met Thancred."

((mun sorry for being so slow ;_; preparing for a VERY important appointment tomorrow!))

[brave_heart_verity]

The hop makes her giggle. So unladylike. Kinda pixieish.

"I think it is. Where is he, anyway? Doesn't he like parties?"

[If you're secretly Donald Trump Imma throw you outta here. :P]

[kitty_of_light]

((*pffthee* I would hope not! No, I'm transgender and this was an appointment to discuss starting hormone therapy. Which should happen next week~))

"He's doing some rather important work," C'taqa says apologetically. "An old friend who's been missing has finally come back, and he's helping her look into new strategies for getting our feet firmly back on solid ground again. Er, pardon the pun."

[brave_heart_verity]

[Oh exciting! I hope it goes well. <3]

"Oh, well, that's more important than a party. I'm sure we can catch up another time." Her smile is genuine, but a little flat. "I hope it works out well for your friend."

[kitty_of_light]

((Thank you! <3)

C'taqa nods. "She'll be fine. She's too stubborn to give up very easily. I think we all are."

[brave_heart_verity]

"A good survival trait. Let me know if there's anything I can do? I'm not much good at magic, but bureaucracy doesn't stand a chance."

[kitty_of_light]

"I will. Thank you." He really does look genuinely grateful.